Dont call me small (English Translation)

7

“That’s right,” Nattamon agreed with her opinion.

            

After climbing up to his own room, the little boy quickly opened his laptop before concentrating on looking for information to work without caring about his surroundings.

            

Even though there were a few days left, Namtarn knew himself. He was a slow worker. Therefore, he had to rush to work before others.

Since high school and now, Namtarn’s first job in college, he always wanted to do this job without minimal intervention from his brother, as he didn’t want to upset him. But he might not know that his brother was already hurt because he did not allow him to help him with his homework.

            

“The Fauls Company is good, but it’s certainly not the best,” the grumpy little voice complained, as his eyes clung to the screen, and moved his hand, clicking the mouse from here to there.

            

The little one felt that he was reaching a dead end, he even wanted to walk over and go to his brother’s room for advice, but Namtarn still thought that he wanted to do this job just like his brother, who won first place in the class for this course. So he abandoned that idea and tried to focus on searching the internet as usual.

》Knock, knock, knock《

            

“Please come in,” replied the little boy as the door rang, his eyes still fixed on the screen, paying no attention to the newcomer.

             

“What is Namtarn doing?”

            

“P’Namkang!” The little boy immediately folded the laptop screen when he found out who the newcomer was.

He didn’t want his brother to know what he was doing. He wanted to score high, like his brother, but with his own effort and skill, so that his brother would be proud of him.

            

“What are you doing?”, Namkang asked again when he saw the little boy’s nervous expression.

            

“Namtarn is keeping a diary.”

'He lied to me! Is my little man lying? He never taught him to grow up to tell a little lie like this, Although he thought about it, Namkang didn’t say it out loud.

            

“Really?”

            

“Yes, yes.”

The little boy got up from his seat and walked over to sit on his brother’s lap and made a persistent expression as always when he asked for something.

            

“Aren’t you doing your homework? Just a moment ago, you said to Mom or you didn’t want me to help you with your homework?”

         

“Well,” said Namtarn. It didn’t go well when his brother talked about homework.

            

“Homework,” Namkang said quietly the way Namtarn liked it.